Club Prive (7 page)

“Drunk I am?” I finished his sentence. “Enough to know that driving’s not a good idea, but that this definitely is.”

The words were barely out of my mouth before he was closing the gap between us. His arms went around my waist, his hand sliding up my back to the bare place between my shoulderblades. I wrapped my arms around his neck, bending them so that I could get a hand in the hair at the base of his neck. It was just as soft as I’d imagined it would be. I tilted my head, parting my lips to grant his tongue access. He pulled me closer until our chests were pressed together and I was on the edge of my seat, in danger of falling. As his tongue explored my mouth, his hands shifted, one moving to the base of my skull, cupping the back of my head as if he needed to hold me in place. The other dropped lower, coming to rest at the spot where the small of my back met the very top of my ass.

I wanted more. I ran my hands over his back, feeling his muscles beneath the thin material of his shirt. I wanted to see them, feel his skin against mine. I pressed my thighs together as the very center of me throbbed in anticipation.

Gavin tore his mouth away, resting his forehead against mine. “Maybe I better take you home now.”

I could hear the reluctance in his voice, his ragged breathing telling me exactly what he wanted. He wanted this, but his offer to take me home was my out. I could go and invite him up, or just go up alone. Whatever happened, it would be my choice. There was just one little problem with that idea.

“That sounds like a good plan,” I said, my voice just as breathless as his. I slid my hand between us and placed it on his chest. His heart thudded against my palm. “Only, I’m not sure I can wait that long.”

Gavin caught his breath, moving back so that he could meet my eyes. He kept his gaze on my face as the hand on my head moved down, sliding slowly around my side. I couldn’t hold back the moan as his thumb brushed against the side of my breast. Heat seared across my skin, following his hand as it trailed over my stomach and down to my thigh. He stopped there, fingers splayed across the upper part of my leg so that they were right at the crease of my hip and, if I hadn’t been wearing a skirt, his thumb would’ve been dangerously close to something very intimate.

My lips were parted, breath puffing in and out in time with my racing heart. I wanted him to touch me so badly. I’d never fully understood the word
craved
until that very moment. It was like every cell in my body ached and I knew that there was only one thing that could relieve me.

“You know,” he said. “They do have a private room upstairs.”

“What kind of room?” The question came out before I’d realized I was going to ask it.

His fingers flexed on my leg and my already damp panties grew wetter when he said, “The kind of room that has a lock on the door. I could give you a tour.”

Hell yes. I practically jumped to my feet. “I’d like that tour right now, please.” I grabbed his hand as he stood. “Show me the way.”

He bent his head so that his lips brushed against the shell of my ear. “My pleasure,” he practically purred the words.

He led me towards the back of the platform and around a corner, where I saw an elevator. I could barely stand still, anticipation flooding through me. What little patience I’d had was slowly vanishing. We stepped inside and, as soon as the doors closed behind us, Gavin was hitting the stop button and spinning me so that my back was against the wall and his body was pressed against mine. Apparently I wasn’t the only one with impatience issues.

I couldn’t breathe as his mouth and hands ravaged my body, feeling every inch of me over my clothes. His lips and teeth worried at the skin at the base of my neck where throat met shoulder and I tilted my head, wanting him to mark me, to give me some proof tomorrow that this whole thing wasn’t just some drunken hallucination. His hands cupped my breasts and I moaned. If it felt this good with a layer of fabric between us, how much better would it feel bare? I ran my hands down his back, hesitating at the base of his spine. When his hands moved from my breasts to my hips, then around to my ass, I dropped my hands lower, finally getting them to the muscular cheeks that I’d been fantasizing about.

Gavin pulled the lower half of my body against his, grinding his pelvis against me so that I could feel him, hard and hot.

“Oh shit,” I groaned the word, imagining just what was under those tight jeans. I flexed my hands and he made a sound that was an awful lot like a growl, then pulled away.

He slapped the button that started the elevator and then looked back at me, his pupils so wide that only a sliver of blue could be seen around them. “We need to get to the room or I’m going to take you right here.”

The ache between my legs didn’t think that sounded like such a bad idea, but my head, fuzzy as it was, had the idea that it would be better to get to a room. We’d be able to take our time. Even though the thought of quick and hard satisfaction was appealing, I knew that when I looked back on this, I’d be grateful I savored every moment.

Gavin took my hand when the doors opened and led me down the hallway. I saw two other doors in the short corridor, both marked “Office/Employees Only” and then a door at the very end. It didn’t have any signs on it, just a place for a key card.

“Are you sure this is okay?” I glanced behind me at the other two doors. This looked more like a place for management, not two horny patrons.

Gavin pulled a key card from his pocket and held it up between two fingers. “Membership has its privileges.”

Oh. He was a member. That was interesting.

He slid the card through the slot and, a moment later, the lock clicked and he opened the door.

Chapter 6

I followed him into the dark room, then blinked as he switched on a light. It took my eyes a moment to adjust to the sudden change, and then I stared. As lavish as the downstairs of the club was, I hadn’t been expecting something equally as luxurious here. When he’d said a room, I’d honestly just thought it’d be a bed with, hopefully, clean sheets, some place for a quick fuck.

This was definitely not like I’d imagined at all. It was so much better.

First off, the room was huge. I mean like almost as big as my apartment huge. It was a suite with a small kitchenette to my right; a glass-encased shower and what I assumed was a private toilet—the only private area in the whole room. The back wall had a series of chests and wardrobes, which, judging by the wood and intricate carving, had each cost more than my car. Against the other wall was a couch flanked by two plush armchairs, all facing the most prominent piece of furniture in the room, the one that I’d saved for last.

It was the biggest bed I’d ever seen.
Orgy-sized
. The word popped into my head and I had to stifle a nervous giggle. Yeah, that seemed like it was more accurate. I had a feeling that mattress could hold probably five or six people comfortably. It wasn’t a canopy bed exactly, but the posts did curve inward to meet above the center of the bed. All anyone would have to do would be to drape material over it and the entire bed would be hidden from sight.

“What do you think?” Gavin asked, his voice low, almost uncertain.

I looked over at him and desire twisted my stomach. I wouldn’t have cared if it was just a single bed shoved into a tiny room. Between how long it had been and the appeal of the man next to me, I was ready to explode. Still, the room deserved admiration.

“It’s gorgeous,” I said with a smile.

Gavin grinned and kicked off his shoes. “Glad you like it.”

I followed his example and took off my heels. My feet sighed in appreciation as they sank into the plush, crimson carpet. I didn’t take off my stockings. I wanted Gavin to do that.

“Watch this.” Gavin reached behind him and pushed a button.

The regular overhead light switched off and the room was filled with what looked like the effects of a disco ball. I raised an eyebrow.

“Oops,” he said, a sheepish expression on his face. “Wrong one.” He pushed another button and cheesy porn-sounding music started playing.

I put my hand over my mouth to stifle a giggle. Gavin frowned and began pushing more buttons, resulting in the music switching from R&B to country to something I could’ve sworn I’d heard on some science fiction show, before finally stopping on a soft, delicate instrumental. He then attempted to get rid of the disco light, only to run through a strobe light, black light—which revealed the room to be spotless, to my relief—and eventually, a dim, warm glow that almost felt like the light from a fire.

I would’ve thought the laughter would kill the mood, but it didn’t; it just shifted it from something so intense that it almost scared me, to something more like what I’d been looking for. Something casual and fun. That’s all this was supposed to be.

“I’m going to assume this means you haven’t spent much time in this room.” I tried to keep my tone joking so he didn’t hear how grateful I was for that. I didn’t like the idea that he’d brought other women up here. Granted, the club had just opened, but that didn’t mean the members hadn’t “tested” the room before.

“Nope.” He held out his hand to me and I took it, our fingers lightly touching as we walked towards the bed. “You’re the only one.”

I liked that he hadn’t said I was the first. First implied there would be others. I reminded myself again that I wasn’t looking for a relationship, just a good lay.

“First things first,” Gavin said as he stood in front of me. His expression was serious. He reached for me and I caught my breath, wondering what he was going to do.

To my surprise, he reached behind my head and pulled out the two pins that had been holding my hair in place. My curls tumbled over my shoulders, brushing across my bare back as they fell to almost my waist.

“Much better,” he breathed. “From the moment I saw you, I’ve been dreaming about seeing your hair spread out across my pillow.” Before I could respond, his hands cupped my face and he bent his head to capture my mouth in a fierce kiss. This wasn’t like before, downstairs when it had been the heat and fire of newness, or even in the elevator. This was need and hunger, and a promise of good things to come.

We fell back onto the bed, Gavin turning us so that we landed on our sides rather than him on top of me. That just wasn’t going to cut it. I hooked one leg around his waist, ignoring how it rucked my dress up, wrapped my arms around his shoulders and started to roll over. It took him a moment to realize what I was trying to do, then he complied, shifting so that he was resting on me, but that all of his weight wasn’t pressing against me.

As our tongues twisted together, I ran my hands down his back and grabbed the hem of his t-shirt. I started to tug on it and he broke our kiss, looking down at me with an amused expression on his face.

“It’s gotta go,” I said.

He sat up on his knees as I propped myself on my elbows. I didn’t want to miss a moment of this. Slowly, teasingly, he pulled the shirt over his head, revealing a physique even better than I’d imagined.

His skin was a golden tan, so even that I doubted it was from the sun. My stomach twisted. That meant he’d be that delicious shade all over. No tan lines. His muscles were as defined as I’d thought they’d be, just enough softness to them that his skin didn’t look stretched tight. His stomach was flat, with abs that looked like they’d been cut from stone. He didn’t have any hair on his chest, which I liked, but a thin, dark trail of curls led from his belly button straight south to disappear beneath the jeans that hung low enough on his hips that I could see the tops of those deep v-grooves that I loved.

“Beautiful.” The word just slipped out and I pulled my gaze away from his chest to look at his face to see if my comment bothered him. Some guys didn’t like that word being used to describe them. Gavin’s smile assured me he didn’t mind.

He reached down and picked me up, startling an embarrassing squeak out of me. With a chuckle he tossed me towards the head of the bed. As I bounced down, my hand hit something. I looked over. There was a small rectangle with what looked like one of those slide buttons that were used to control settings from low to high.

“What does this do?” I pushed it to low without waiting for an answer.

Immediately, the bed began to vibrate. I gasped as the sensation went all the way through me. “Wow.” I spread my arms wide, as if I could catch more that way.

“Glad you like it.” Gavin grinned at me, a slightly wicked glint in his eyes. He reached over and pushed the button higher.

“Oh shit!”

He laughed and turned it up even more.

I made a strangled sound. Now it wasn’t just humming along my nerves. It was making every cell in my body vibrate. My eyes flew open as my body finally registered all of the liquid I’d consumed in the past few hours. The ludicrousness of the situation made a laugh bubble up inside of me. “Stop!” I was either going to have an orgasm or pee myself. Maybe both if he kept this up. I rolled over and off of the bed. “Bathroom.”